Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
PIL,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.